To the sister, I have never met…

With a broken heart and deep hope I had penned a few lines on the Afghan crisis. Sharing the same… You are a breathing living beingJust like me or any other womanSitting at my homeI hear the gunfire rang outThough a helpless spectatorI feel a numbing pain To the sister, I have never met The situationContinue reading “To the sister, I have never met…”

We Need To Talk To Our Sons Too…PERIOD !!!

I grew up in a joint family. We are three sisters and I am the middle one. I do remember in Grade seven, having a session in our all-girls school where a video was played explaining what menstruation is all about. Learning about periods is a difficult subject for children at that age. I think allContinue reading “We Need To Talk To Our Sons Too…PERIOD !!!”

Abhi Dilli Thodi Door Hai…

I have been born and brought up in Delhi and have been happily staying in Hyderabad with my family for the past 15 years since I got married. I had in one of my earliest blogs (link-https://www.momspresso.com/parenting/a-memory-here-an-emotion-there/article/we-never-really-leave-home) mentioned about my yearly trips to Delhi during the summer vacations. More than me now, it’s our kidsContinue reading “Abhi Dilli Thodi Door Hai…”

A Second Chance… !!!

Arun was a workaholic who hardly spent time with his family and friends. He would always say “I have no time”. He aspired to become the President of the Company sooner than the Company norms and swamped himself with only one thing-WORK. Riya his wife would often ask “Are the kids only my responsibility?”. HurtContinue reading “A Second Chance… !!!”